It wasn't anything grand. If Joohyun had to compare it to the grand scheme of things– not that she would, it's just is... something.

Memories are fickle. Something about only remembering the last time you thought of the memory and not the memory itself.

One thing's for sure, though. Joohyun still feels the same feelings no matter how many times she remembers.

"It's your favourite!" a proud flashy grin, and, "I'll never forget."

Years have gone and tested the claim and not once has it been proven false.

The snow had just stopped then. Hot choco. She almost laughed at her, too.

It's not fair. Not how Seungwan came into her life and challenged everything she used to believe in, making her believe in things she's refused to even consider before.

Maybe that's all it is. Love or whatever it was that's trying to beat inside her chest and worm its way into her dreams in daylight when all she wants to do is be productive, damnit!

Joohyun warms her hands with the hot chocolate cup, breathing in the sweetness she can almost taste with her tongue.

It's a constant. Something comforting, she thinks. Just like Son Seungwan.